“He Voted for Tariffs… Then Cried in the Grocery Aisle”

let me tell you a story about my friend Musa.A man with a fast mouth and a slow brain.The kind of guy who says “Yes” before you even finish your sentence. “Would you—”“YES!” “Go to jail on my behalf?”“…oh. I thought you were offering snacks.” John doesn’t listen.He reacts.Always ready to respond, never ready to…

let me tell you a story about my friend Musa.
A man with a fast mouth and a slow brain.
The kind of guy who says “Yes” before you even finish your sentence.

“Would you—”
“YES!”

“Go to jail on my behalf?”
“…oh. I thought you were offering snacks.”


John doesn’t listen.
He reacts.
Always ready to respond, never ready to understand.

So when he heard people talking about tariffs, he jumped in with the energy of someone who’s heard the word twice and misunderstood it both times.

His entire knowledge on tariffs came from a neighbor who’s drunk 24/7 and thinks “supply and demand” are twins from the next village.


Then came the survey.

“Should the president increase tariffs on imported goods?”

Before the question even ended, John yelled:

“ABSOLUUUUTELY YES!”
“We need to protect our businesses!”

What businesses?
John doesn’t own a business. He doesn’t even support local shops unless they offer free Wi-Fi.

But he was confident — dangerously confident — like a raccoon trying to drive a Ferrari.


🎬 Fast-forward one week later…

We’re at the grocery store. John picks up a bag of rice, sees the price, and nearly passes out in aisle 3.

“Why is everything expensive now?”
“Even milk is acting like a luxury brand!”

I looked him dead in the eyes:

“Tariffs, John. You voted for this.”

He paused like a confused chatbot.

“But I supported tariffs to help us!”
“And now I can’t afford eggs!”

“How is this possible?”

I said:

“Because tariffs are taxes on imported goods.
They raise prices. And guess who pays those prices?
Not the president.
Not the rich.
You. Mr. ‘Yes’.”


John blinked at me like he just solved the Da Vinci Code backward.

“Can I call the person who gave me the survey?”

I said,

“No.
But you can call your brain.
And tell it to stop leaving your mouth unattended.”

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